âWhat needs to stop? Mutant inequality? I agree!â
âIâm telling your mother.â
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@johnxllerdyce
âWhat needs to stop? Mutant inequality? I agree!â
âIâm telling your mother.â
âIf you do that Iâll kill you, I promise I will. Iâll break yo neck son.â she said snatching the phone from him. âDoes it matter? Just gimmie.âÂ
âThatâs not funny, Lil,â he narrowed his eyes, holding out his hand. Â âGive it to me or Iâll run upstairs and tell her myself.â
She moved closer to him until she could feel his warmth surround her and rested her palms on his chest. Even since they had escaped that AMS facility, he was the only person that could make her feel safe at night. Rogue looked up at him with a smile. âAh think sheâd love that,â she said and her smile widened a little. âYa know, if ya want your clothes stolen, you only had ta ask. You have a shirt Ah like.â
âThat wasnât an invitation, no,â he chuckled, running a hand through her hair. Â âBut if itâs only one shirt then I guess I wonât mind too much.â
âBrotherhood and X-Men alliance-y things.â
â... This isnât going to be another heart to heart, is it?â
âOh, come on! I pinky swear itâs really important. I am happy for you, man, you know that. And if our roles were reversed, Iâd do this tiny little thing for you. I only need to know who initiated things.â
âThen I guess youâre just gonna have to keep wonderinâ, Razor.â
âYou keep a microwave in a backyard? Iâve never heard of someone doing that before.â
âYeah, why not? Â And no, itâs not out in the open. Â Itâs under a roof.â
âBut now Iâm curious. Â Do you have a knack for asking strangers to heat up your coffee?â
johnxllerdyce, vectoriing, kierantken, galienatrautwein, eliaclarke, furiosa-c
âI know I was previously busy with Rileyâs case and I am sorry I had to neglect our other missions for the time being. Now that I got a little help from an ally with the case, I feel I ought to work on other things and I think that with the growing number of supporters, preventing the passage of the Registration Acts is our priority now. I have a plan and that means some tasks for everyone.â
âFinally,â he grinned, tilting his head. Â âWhatâs my task, Your Worship?â
   âHe is a bit dramatic, isnât he?â
âA little bit, yeah,â he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. Â âCongratulations, Professor.â
Nightmares. Trigger Warnings: mentions of blood and knives.
Itâs the dream that wakes him. Â He can almost feel the scalpel tearing through his flesh. Â God, how it burns, the pain overwhelming every sense, taste, touch, sight, sound, smell. Â The dream is always changing, but there are two things that always stay the same: Â Rogue and the blade. Â This time, heâd been held in place by two men, standing in a dark, demented version of his bedroom. Â Rogueâs blood was pooling across the floor, reflecting the scene garishly, but her body was already gone. Â No words are spoken. Â The hand grasping the scalpel had been making a beeline towards Johnâs arm, finally sawing into his flesh, the blade turning slippery with his blood.
He shoots up from his bed, hand reaching up to press against the thick scar on his right arm.  Sweat beads his chest, and his skin is clammy to the touch.  Resting his elbows on his knees, John hunches over and bows his head, eyes shut tight as if to hold the dream in its place, compare it to the actual memory.
Itâs fine.
Iâm alright.
Please believe that things are good with me, and even when theyâre not, they will be soon enough.â
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The question isnât who is going to let me; itâs who is going to stop me.
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You could still be, what you want to, What you said you were, when I met you.
âFind out if Elia likes me man, dig up some dirt, do some clue searchinâ. AlsoâŚ.let me borrow your lighter.âÂ
âSure, Iâll text her about it,â John pulled out his phone.  âHow does âLilith is asking me if you like herâ sound?  Yeah, right.  What do you want it for?â